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helloo xx changing blogs, I used to be @vsamps just switching to a primary blog before I post further :3 jjk centered blog, mdni & ageless blogs dni, 18+ content!
ao3 masterlist
dividers by pixopix !!
heyaa switching blogs.. follow if u want 🥹🥹 gonna work on new fics soon
helloo xx changing blogs, I used to be @vsamps just switching to a primary blog before I post further :3 jjk centered blog, mdni & ageless blogs dni, 18+ content!
ao3 masterlist
dividers by pixopix !!
ngl might transfer my stuff to a main blog before I post more and grow more.. agghhh but i like this one 😢😢
♡ Time after Time ♡
You have been CEO Satoru Gojo's head assistant for over two years now - You do everything for him, including cleaning his messes, picking out his clothes, and writing his speeches. Sixteen hour days, night calls, you're tired of being overworked and at his beck and call. You decide you are going to put in your two weeks notice - when he finds out? He's shocked! Don't you love working for a bratty, spoiled Nepo baby 24/7!? He'll do anything to keep you - but you know better. Right?
pairings - CEO! Satoru x assistant! reader
warnings - lots of sexual tension, Gojo being a spoiled fucking brat, and a complete idiot, reader falls off a damn boat (you can't swim sry) some coke/weed use, cameo by CEO Sukuna, jealous Toru, kissing, fingering, again he's such and idiot I can't, lots of crack this chap lmao - 6.8k
this is a complete rewrite of my first fic -Rewriting my first fic 2 years later is so challenging and fun, I added a lot this chap you can thank @uhnosav and @yenayaps for him being so fucking dumb actually lmao <3
art creds here
<<<chapter two
chapter three - Sugar we're goin' down
Ring. Ring. Ring.
“Nope! No no no.” You grumble to yourself, snuggling your little plushie close, throwing the blanket over your head as the hints of sunlight glare through the curtains and shining right in your face. You sigh, snuggling back into your cocoon of warm fuzzy blankets, praying for more sleep.
You would not work today. No fucking way.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
You scowl, putting it on silent, then bury back under the covers.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
“Fuck off, ugh…” You finally check, because you did not know if it was your family with some emergency at this point. But no, it was all just calls and texts from fucking Gojo Satoru. As you contemplated blocking his ass, he called again. “Oh my God, what do you want?”
“Good morning to you too, sunshine,” his voice was like silk, this fucking dick head. You grimace, shaking your head.
“Nope, I won’t do it.”
Satoru scoffs. “You don’t even know what it is yet!”
“I don’t wanna know.”
“Listen… please.”
“Can’t see those baby blues, so puppy dog eyes don’t work.”
“Fuck…” He says your name, and it’s too soft, too sweet. You hate that it sounds that good on his lips. “I really got trashed last night and I have a meeting in an hour. And well– hah, no speech.”
“Oh god. Meeting with who?” You sit up then, running a tired hand through your hair in frustration.
“With goddamn Sukuna.” You sigh. “You know he…”
Sukuna… he was something all right.
“He’s almost a bigger dick than you.”
“Mmhmm. Wait what do you mean almost!?” You just snort in laughter, and he sighs. “Listen sweetheart, I need you badly, you are the best with him. He is even nice to you – probably because he thinks you're hot.”
“Ugh,” are you really gonna agree with him? Fuck.
“Can you whip up a presentation with that genius brain, hmm?” Gojo was actually complimenting you. Maybe he had changed… “I can’t fuck around anymore, I have work and shit, Erica. Can you go get me a tie please? Thanks.”
You pause, blinking then. “Ahem. Erica?”
“Um… yeah…”
“Gojo, you were just fucking partying and fucking some bitch named Erica all night, and you want me on my day off to cover for your ass?”
“Oooh, are you jealous?” Gojo’s chuckle makes you wanna ring his fucking neck.
“You’re delusional, I have nothing to be jealous about. I won’t ever be in that bed. Lord knows the diseases on it.”
“I have my sheets professionally cleaned! Mind you, I also am a very clean man, you’re just a goody goody-”
“Bye!”
“Oh my god, I mean, angel that you are, my savior,” you roll your eyes. “You’re just the smartest, prettiest law student there ever was!”
You snort at his bullshit. “I hate you.”
MDNI 18+ 〃 Ryomen “beefin’ with my chick while I’m in jail” Sukuna.
A/N: it's finally here oh rejoice i am free flies away
Criminal!Sukuna who’s scary as fuck. He’s so jacked it borders on obscene – muscles stacked on muscles and veins crawling beneath tattooed skin, shoulders stretching at the seams of his uniform. He’s got this sorta unperturbed vibe. Real musky and muscular, stalking around like he’ll beat up the first guy that looks at him wrong.
Criminal!Sukuna who got locked up for some undisclosed highly illegal bullshit nobody ever gets a straight answer about. Speculations are thrown around the prison yard – drug dealing. Drug trafficking. Body-part-trafficking. Cannibalism (yay!).
He doesn’t bother to correct anything. Just sits in the corner with an arm slung over one knee, brooding, grumbling “King of Curses, they used to call me..” beneath his breath. The nutjob.
Criminal!Sukuna who has the whole wing convinced there’s no way in hell he’s got a girl on the outside. Surely not. He’s so immature and ill-natured – even more so than his cellmate, Gojo. Which is saying something.
To the little lady who might end up having to deal with this brutish man, well.. Gojo extends his sincerest condolences. He’s fairly certain any sane person would run for the hills.
You are not sane. He supposes this is why you and Sukuna get along.
boxer!sukuna and his thoughtful wife
sukuna drabble, x f!reader with an oral fixation.
warnings: blowjobs, smut, slight degradation, mdni !! just wanted to practice writing blowjobs tbh
Boxer!Sukuna who's tired and comes home aching and in need of a nice long warm shower.
His pretty little wife waking up with a startle on the couch when he slams his gym bag on the floor. Eyeing you before grunting a quiet apology. "shower." was all he said as he stalked off down the hall.
boxer!sukuna wasn't a man of many words, especially not when he was tired, sore, and cranky.
Being his thoughtful wife, you push the blankets to the side and your feet shuffle down the hall after him, peeking inside the bathroom you see him already behind the curtain.
peeling your clothes off which consisted of just one of his old shirts and pajama shorts. You pull the curtain back, peeking your head in with a cheeky little grin. "kunaaa? can I join?" you chirp.
He grunted, looking you up and down. "get in here." his hand tugged your wrist gently, other hand grabbing your waist to steady you.
"rough day at the gym?" you murmur, your hands running down his wet biceps. The steam of the shower surrounding you both.
The water pattering against the tiles of the shower, he nodded. Gently pushing you down to set you on your knees. "Open." His hand smacked the tip against your lips, smearing his precum on your cheek.
Your knees hit the tile as you part your lips, looking up at him through your lashes. hands resting on the muscle of his thighs. Staring at the heavy weight between his legs, you stick your tongue out and lick the underside of his cock, feeling it rest against your tongue.
"You work so hard.." You murmur between kisses to the tip of his cock, looking up at him with puppy eyes. The water running down his abs made you squeeze your thighs together.
His hands run over your wet hair, bundling it in his hand and holding it in a makeshift ponytail. "mm.. yeah." he sighed, his hips twitching impatiently. "quit teasing. get to it." cock smacking against your lips.
You spit on the head and watch it drip down, hands kneading the muscles on his thighs before taking the tip into your mouth, suckling it softly. "so good." you lick up the precum, knowing how he likes to be worshiped. Would you be a good wife if you didn't worship his cock?
Swirling your tongue before feeling his hand push you down further, feeling it hit the back of your throat. You never minded, you love having stuff in your mouth, love having something thick and heavy, something for your tongue to play with. He knew this of course, knew about his pretty wife's oral fixation and god he didn't complain one bit when you took him into your mouth.
The warm water soothed his aching muscles, leaning against the shower wall as you bob your head, his hand still around your hair and helping guide you. God your precious mouth, he could stay buried inside your throat for days with no complaint.
"god. baby, y'know just how to relax me." Sukuna murmured, closing his eyes and letting out a deep groan, his nails digging into your scalp deliciously.
Your mouth stretched around his cock, drool dripping down from the corners of your mouth. "…kunaaa.." you whine, pulling back to lick his tip, diving back in after catching your breath.
Sukuna sucked in a deep breath, his hand letting go of the makeshift pony tail, grabbing both sides of your head. "you can take it, can't you?" He hissed, hips thrusting as he fucked your mouth. "good girl." he watched as you gagged around his cock, strong hands holding your head in place.
He watched your eyes water, streaming down your already wet cheeks from the shower pouring on both of you. Cock twitching in your throat in satisfaction. "such a slut, always ready to take my cock down your throat. greedy." he growled, making your stomach flutter in excitement.
"fucking brat, always needing something in your mouth, huh?" His pace was punishing, making you choke around his cock. didn't wanna be anywhere else, happily taking whatever he gave you.
Feeling his cock twitch in your throat violently, you prepared yourself, swallowing around his cock. Seeing his balls tighten you knew he was close. Hallowing your cheeks your nails dug into his thighs, hearing him growl above you.
You barely had a chance to react before he held you down, nose against his bush as thick cum painted the inside of your throat. Tears well at the corners of your eyes, swallowing what he gave you with shivers wracking through your body from the lack of air.
He held you there for a minute before letting you go, pulling his cock out and watching you gasp for air, he stroked himself roughly, painting the last few ropes of cum on your face and chest, lips curled in a smirk. "goooddd girl." his hand released your hair and cupped your cheek, thumb rubbing against your swollen lips.
a/n : i need him to ruin me asap,, likes/reblogs appreciated!! i got inspired seeing so many boxer!jjk men posts
boxer!sukuna and his thoughtful wife
sukuna drabble, x f!reader with an oral fixation.
warnings: blowjobs, smut, slight degradation, mdni !! just wanted to practice writing blowjobs tbh
Boxer!Sukuna who's tired and comes home aching and in need of a nice long warm shower.
His pretty little wife waking up with a startle on the couch when he slams his gym bag on the floor. Eyeing you before grunting a quiet apology. "shower." was all he said as he stalked off down the hall.
boxer!sukuna wasn't a man of many words, especially not when he was tired, sore, and cranky.
Being his thoughtful wife, you push the blankets to the side and your feet shuffle down the hall after him, peeking inside the bathroom you see him already behind the curtain.
peeling your clothes off which consisted of just one of his old shirts and pajama shorts. You pull the curtain back, peeking your head in with a cheeky little grin. "kunaaa? can I join?" you chirp.
He grunted, looking you up and down. "get in here." his hand tugged your wrist gently, other hand grabbing your waist to steady you.
"rough day at the gym?" you murmur, your hands running down his wet biceps. The steam of the shower surrounding you both.
The water pattering against the tiles of the shower, he nodded. Gently pushing you down to set you on your knees. "Open." His hand smacked the tip against your lips, smearing his precum on your cheek.
Your knees hit the tile as you part your lips, looking up at him through your lashes. hands resting on the muscle of his thighs. Staring at the heavy weight between his legs, you stick your tongue out and lick the underside of his cock, feeling it rest against your tongue.
"You work so hard.." You murmur between kisses to the tip of his cock, looking up at him with puppy eyes. The water running down his abs made you squeeze your thighs together.
His hands run over your wet hair, bundling it in his hand and holding it in a makeshift ponytail. "mm.. yeah." he sighed, his hips twitching impatiently. "quit teasing. get to it." cock smacking against your lips.
You spit on the head and watch it drip down, hands kneading the muscles on his thighs before taking the tip into your mouth, suckling it softly. "so good." you lick up the precum, knowing how he likes to be worshiped. Would you be a good wife if you didn't worship his cock?
Swirling your tongue before feeling his hand push you down further, feeling it hit the back of your throat. You never minded, you love having stuff in your mouth, love having something thick and heavy, something for your tongue to play with. He knew this of course, knew about his pretty wife's oral fixation and god he didn't complain one bit when you took him into your mouth.
The warm water soothed his aching muscles, leaning against the shower wall as you bob your head, his hand still around your hair and helping guide you. God your precious mouth, he could stay buried inside your throat for days with no complaint.
"god. baby, y'know just how to relax me." Sukuna murmured, closing his eyes and letting out a deep groan, his nails digging into your scalp deliciously.
Your mouth stretched around his cock, drool dripping down from the corners of your mouth. "…kunaaa.." you whine, pulling back to lick his tip, diving back in after catching your breath.
Sukuna sucked in a deep breath, his hand letting go of the makeshift pony tail, grabbing both sides of your head. "you can take it, can't you?" He hissed, hips thrusting as he fucked your mouth. "good girl." he watched as you gagged around his cock, strong hands holding your head in place.
He watched your eyes water, streaming down your already wet cheeks from the shower pouring on both of you. Cock twitching in your throat in satisfaction. "such a slut, always ready to take my cock down your throat. greedy." he growled, making your stomach flutter in excitement.
"fucking brat, always needing something in your mouth, huh?" His pace was punishing, making you choke around his cock. didn't wanna be anywhere else, happily taking whatever he gave you.
Feeling his cock twitch in your throat violently, you prepared yourself, swallowing around his cock. Seeing his balls tighten you knew he was close. Hallowing your cheeks your nails dug into his thighs, hearing him growl above you.
You barely had a chance to react before he held you down, nose against his bush as thick cum painted the inside of your throat. Tears well at the corners of your eyes, swallowing what he gave you with shivers wracking through your body from the lack of air.
He held you there for a minute before letting you go, pulling his cock out and watching you gasp for air, he stroked himself roughly, painting the last few ropes of cum on your face and chest, lips curled in a smirk. "goooddd girl." his hand released your hair and cupped your cheek, thumb rubbing against your swollen lips.
a/n : i need him to ruin me asap,, likes/reblogs appreciated!! i got inspired seeing so many boxer!jjk men posts
ONE, TWO, PUNCH ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢
note . omg, i know i have not been as active here, but i've had this idea for a week now (yes, as i was writing that pa gojo) and working on irl stuff, however, i will still be whipping up things every now and then, your girl is going to have to find an actual 24/7 job and not just internships everywhere (no wayyyy), anywho, hope you like this one · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · art by @/youkai.i_ on ig & divider goes to @/saradika-graphics!
❪ boxer! toji ❫ was into flings and one night stands— he was famous for it, he doesn't care about the internet influencers that flame him for fucking them and leaving the next day. He cared about winning matches and getting money. He had no time for a committed relationship.
Sure, he had been in a committed relationship. Don't be surprised, he was pushing his mid 30s now, that "relationship" was a long time ago. When nobody believed in him, it was just him until she came and tear down his walls. Of course, his happiness doesn't last long, it had never does. After she had passed, he figured he needed to have money and live his old life alone.
❪ boxer! toji ❫ became a hit when he succeeded in beating a 3 time champion boxer in his late 20s. His name was spoken everywhere, made headlines, gained money. Girls flocked to him, and he even appeared in those TikTok edits (he doesn't understand it). He loved every second of his newfound fame. Though, he hated the lack of privacy he gets— every place he stepped on, the paparazzi finds him minutes later, it was absurd.
"Jesus, will ya' stop following me?" He yelled out when one of the paparazzi gets way too close to his liking, his forearm pushed the camera away with a force that made the electronic fall with a loud crash. He had to even compensate it to avoid the drama.
bully!sukuna when he finally gets put in his damn place | 18+
Sukuna Ryomen is an arrogant, rude, heart-eating and backstabbing asshole. He's a bully on the ice as much as he's a bully on campus. Don't let that fool you, he's not always like this. He's a pretty decent guy most of the time—good grades, professor's favorite, helps out with fundraisers.
But every once in a while, he likes to throw his weight around. Remind people what he could do with his influence just to fuck with them. God help whoever he chooses to be his target.
He thinks he's a god amongst men, a tyrant who will never be taken down because all the other powerful men on campus are his friends too.
But each person meets their match and that's exactly what happens when he sets his eyes on you—a preppy new sorority girl that's all bubbly, radiant smiles and friendly greetings.
The very moment he spots you alone on campus, he's crowding you, cornering you in a dark corridor, calling you names, snarling, picking at your skirt and top, digging and probing to see you cry pretty tears that he can jerk off to tonight. He's unreasonably harsh with his insults and scathing remarks.
Honestly, he's never acted like this before. He won't push if you tell him to stop but you always have that sharp look in your eyes, chin jut and brow arched like you're daring him to come at you.
And yet, you merely blink, leaning away only when he gets in your face. “Please refrain from making my personal space the splash zone. You should say it, not spray it.”
mdni, toji x fem!reader, 'whose pussy is this?' gone wrong
The repetitive slap of Toji’s hips slamming into yours filled the humid bedroom, his heavy body caging you beneath him all desperate and gasping. The mattress heaved under the combined weight, creaking in protest.
Missionary wasn’t even on the agenda tonight. You had batted your lashes like a tease and pawed at your boyfriend. Now here you were, knees folded up to your chest in a mating press whilst your boyfriend thrust his cock into your again, again, and again.
You moaned shamelessly, fingers clawing down his back as he fucked into you. It's slick. It's hot, desperate, and filthy. He leaned in closer, eyes boring into yours with breath hot on your lips. “Whose pussy is this, hmm?”
And then you froze, face visibly contorting to one of mild confusion. With lips parted, eyes darting to the side, your brain short-circuited. Shit.
You winced, voice coming out with a pitched, timid lilt. Toji watched with ragged breaths as you screwed your eyes shut, awaiting your answer.
“Mine...?”
A heavy pause.
...
And then Toji stopped moving altogether.
His cock was halfway inside of you, a hot weight throbbing in response to each clench of your welcoming cunt. Toji simply stared down, a bewildered look on his usually stoic face.
You've managed to break that façade with just one unsure word.
"Was that not the right answer?"
“No."
You grimaced, cursing at yourself silently. “Well— well, It’s just that... technically, it is my pussy...”
“Technically,” he repeated lowly through a scoff, leaning down again until your nose meets his. “Say it again?"
“I panicked!” You blurted out, scrambling to quickly grab at his retreating hands. "It’s yours, I swear—!”
He simply grunted in response. Low and offended. “Naaah, don't take it back. S’not mine anymore, hmm?"
Toji withdrew his hips, pulling out until it was only his flushed, dewy tip you were clenching around.
"Your pussy," he seemed to sneer in a hushed tone before pulling out completely with a wet pop! Never did you think that you'd be debating over custody rights over your OWN anatomy. You sat there, pussy clenching around nothing as the bulky man practically sulked with his broad back turned to you.
"... if I say that it's yours, will you fuck me?"
...
"Maybe. Give me copyright claims, too, or something whilst you're at it."
ahh thank u for 100 likes on the choso and gojo fics 🥹
having not experienced teenage love, you conclude you’re just unlovable… but your "bestfriend" sukuna proves you veryy very wrong!!
"maybe i'm the problem?"
"huh?" sukuna unsticks his nose from his notes as he glances at you from across the table with a faint scowl.
the café around you is warm and alive with quiet afternoon noise. espresso machines hissing, cups clinking softly against saucers, low conversations blending into a gentle hum. the smell of roasted coffee and caramel syrup hangs in the air, sweet and comforting, wrapping around the little corner table you and sukuna claimed hours ago. sunlight filters through the tall windows beside you, spilling across the wooden tabletop where your notebooks, pens, and half-highlighted lecture slides are spread out in a messy fan.
you take a slow sip of your coffee while he waits for you to continue your ramble.
"i'm like, in college and i'm yet to experience some sort of… actually any type of romance." you swirl your straw absentmindedly in the iced drink. "like everybody in my teenage years, heck, even younger, either received a shy letter on valentines day or somebody proclaimed their love in a romantic way on a date."
sukuna’s scowl deepens slightly, though whether it's from concentration or your topic is hard to tell. he leans back in his chair, stretching one arm over the backrest while his other hand reaches for his drink.
"there's the funny rumors of people having crushes on a person and it turns into something sweet. for me? it was always in a way people would, like… fuck with me."
for a moment the only sound between you two is the quiet slurp of sukuna pulling from the straw of his strawberry milkshake, the bright pink drink ridiculously cheerful compared to the permanent unimpressed look on his face.
"am i the problem?" you finally ask, voice quieter now as you reach for your pen, "am i genuinely just not likable looks or personality wise? or both?!"
sukuna exhales slowly through his nose.
for a split second he almost looks relieved, like he’d been bracing himself for a completely different kind of conversation. he shrugs, taking another long sip of his milkshake "maybe.”
your fists slowly tighten around your pen like you're contemplating whether stabbing him with it would be socially acceptable in a public café. "you. are. such. a. dick."
sukuna snorts under his breath, the corner of his mouth twitching upward just slightly as he sets the milkshake back down. "i'm joking…"
he turns back to his notes flipping his pen between his fingers. "i don't think you are the problem…" he pauses, pen hovering for a moment before he scribbles something down in the margins. "maybeee somebody has been flirting with you for a while and you just haven't realized it."
"as if." you cross your arms over your chest immediately, scoffing. ‘i would have noticed."
sukuna stills.
his pen stops moving entirely. slowly, he lifts his head. his nose scrunches in that irritated yet annoyingly adorable way he does whenever you say something so unbelievably stupid it physically pains him. He arches one brow.
you stare at him, "what?"
he looks at you for another long second, expression flat. then he turns back to his notes again with a quiet sigh. "nothing."
you, however, are nowhere near done. leaning forward again as your pen starts tapping the edge of his notebook.
and the more you talk, the more sukuna feels his braincells quietly evaporating.
"it's just—" you begin again, waving one hand vaguely in the air. "i would like it if somebody was straightforward with me, you know?" sukuna's pen scratches across the paper a little harder. "like if he came up to me and just bluntly told me: i like you! and i want to take you on a date!”
there's a sharp clack. sukuna drops his pen harshly against the table as he looks up at you with the most deadpan expression you've ever seen.
"i like you and want to take you on a date," he says flatly. "even though we have went on multiple dates you just haven't realized it."
you beam instantly, like a light switched on inside your face. "yeah!" you nod enthusiastically. "something like that!"
sukuna’s eye twitches. "are you fucking stupid?"
"huh?" you blink.
for a moment sukuna just stares at you across the table, like he’s genuinely trying to figure out whether you’re messing with him or if this level of obliviousness is real. then, with a long exhale through his nose, he gestures broadly around the table as if presenting a collection of very obvious evidence.
his notebooks and textbooks are scattered everywhere, pages filled with his sharp, aggressive handwriting, but between the notes are your doodles. little hearts drawn lazily in the margins, tiny stars, a stupid cartoon of him with horns and the word menace written beside it. he always grumbles when you draw in his things, always mutters something about how annoying it is. and yet he’s never erased a single one.
then there’s the milkshake sitting between you both, the obnoxiously pink strawberry drink slowly melting while water droplets slides down the glass. two straws stick out of it.
as if that wasn’t already enough, underneath the table your legs are comfortably tangled together, your knee pressed against his like it has been for the last hour without either of you acknowledging it.
sukuna points at everything in one sweeping motion before his patience finally snaps. "I LIKE YOU, YOU IDIOT!"
his voice comes out louder than he meant it to, echoing slightly in the cozy café space. A couple of nearby students glance over briefly before returning to their laptops, pretending they didn’t hear anything.
you just blink again. your brain feels like it’s slowly short-circuiting as you try to process the words. "wha—?"
"I HAVE BEEN FLIRTING FOR MONTHS DUMBASS. I THOUGHT—"
you scrunch your face up immediately at the sudden volume of his voice.
"THAT—" the realization hits him and he abruptly stops, dragging a hand down his face before taking a steadying breath. he clears his throat. "ahem. sorry." the scowl on his face doesn’t soften, but when he speaks again his tone drops several levels, far more controlled even if the irritation is still very much present. "I just thought you wanted to take it super duper slow, so i waited and gave signals."
you stare at him, still trying to piece together everything he just said. "really?"
sukuna closes his eyes for a second and pinches the bridge of his nose, his fingers brushing against the cool metal of his nose bridge piercing as he rubs it slowly like he’s fighting off a headache. his shoulders sag just a little. "lord, give me strength."
you lean over the table, cheeks slowly turning pink. "when did you give me signals?!"
"uH, WeLL, I don’t KNOW!… maybe when you had those awful cramps and i told you to stay over at my place? you were curled up on my bed, whining like a tiny, pathetic kitten, and i held you all night, kissing the top of your head while rubbing your back until you fell asleep?!”
"uh— wha? i just thought…" you shrug, cheeks still warm. "i mean… you were just… trying to help me feel better, right?"
sukuna blinks at you like he’s about to explode. "what? no! then what the hell did you think that time you suddenly decided you had to have a pomegranate at midnight? i went out to the market just to get it, came back, and ended up cleaning the entire damn thing. I still have the stains on my table!”
you bury your face in your hands, groaning. "i… i felt so bad afterward! you kept grumbling the entire time about how annoying i was… i didn’t think you’d actually go and get it!”
sukuna runs a hand through his hair, his crimson strands falling into his eyes before he yanks them back in exasperation. “how do you even manage to think of it like that?!”
your cheeks flare red, wishing the ground would swallow you whole. "i… i guess i’ve felt so unloved that i shut down the possibility of anyone… liking me… for the rest of my life."
sukuna’s scowl deepens, "you’re telling me i’ve been acting like some damn wife to you and you didn’t realize shit?"
you shake your head, barely able to meet his gaze.
he throws his head back and laughs, a low, throaty sound that’s equal parts exasperation and amusement, "for fuck’s sake, woman…" he mutters, and then softer, more fondly, "you will be the death of me."
your voice comes out barely audible, trembling just slightly, but it’s enough to pull every ounce of his attention toward you. (as if it was ever directed somewhere else but you) "are you… still… up for that date?"
he leans closer, grin spreading across his face like he’s been waiting for this moment. "millions of them," his tattooed arm snakes across the table, and he pinches your reddened cheeks, smirking like a predator who finally caught its prey. "but ones that you actually notice the intentions of, dumbass."
rin telling me to post this so i did rahhh, i'mclearing out my drafts cause i'll be busy the next few weeks.. also self-indulgent because i have never experienced any sort of crush lol
౨ৎ — bf toji fushiguro finally realises why you’ve been moody || mdni, smut 1.6K words.
you always greeted him the same way whenever he came home from a mission.
beaming smile, a “bear hug” that lands more like a tickle, and a kiss lasting so long your lips tingled by the time you pull away.
so why is it that this time, toji gets neither?
when he asks what you’ve been up to during the two weeks he’s been away, all your replies are curt. short, tight-lipped mutterings that were seemingly trapped deep inside your throat and refused to come out no matter how hard he tried.
and man, did he try.
you're making dinner when he comes up behind you, and his arms have barely wrapped around your form when you shoulder him away, grumbling something about “broke boyfriend hugs” he couldn’t even make sense of. so with frustration and confusion taking over in equal measure, he moves to sit in the chair on the other end of the island.
toji watches as you zip around the kitchen as if the tiles would burn your feet if you stayed in the same place too long. your hands are jerky as you take plates out of the cardboard. every movement too sharp and exerting a lot more force than necessary.
when you place them on the counter, the loud clank of ceramic against marble is grating enough to make him stop biting his tongue.
IS IT A CRIME TO ACCIDENTALLY SEND NUDES TO YOUR LAW PROFESSOR?
SYPNOSIS. in which you accidentally email your increasingly explicit nudes to your stern law professor higuruma hiromi instead of your assignments.
PART TWO
PAIRING. law prof! higuruma hiromi x law student! reader
CONTENT. MDNI. professor/student. age gap. oral sex (m/f receiving). light degradation.
A/N. art by ayushnz on ig
IS IT A CRIME TO LET YOUR LAW PROFESSOR FUCK YOU ON YOUR COUCH?
SYPNOSIS. after that heated encounter in his office, you've been dodging his lectures and ignoring every reminder of what happened that night. higuruma hiromi is more frustrated than ever—until he finally stops waiting and takes what you've both been circling for weeks.
PART ONE
PAIRING. law prof! higuruma hiromi x law student! reader
WC. 4.4k
CONTENT. MDNI. professor/student. age gap. oral sex (f receiving). vaginal sex. unprotected sex. dirty talk. light degradation. usual rain trope lololol.
A/N. art by hunnismoker on x. first post after getting flagged !!!
cw. dubcon dubcon dubcon, manipulation, bad, bad gojo
gojo being such a pretty boy and weaponizing his long lashes, sparkly eyes, fluffy hair, perfect body, and pouty lips to manipulate you into bed with him.
you don't even remember how you ended up in his bed, but here you are, letting him whisper honeyed words into your ear. how he just wants to take care of you, how he's been planning to ask you to be his but is still figuring out how to do it right, how he's wanted you ever since he's saw you but never thought you'd want him back...
using that silver tongue of yours to woo your undies straight off, to get his dick notched right at your hole.
oh, but you're so innocent. having wanted to wait until you're in a real, commited relationship with someone to go all the way, and nervously trying to tug your undergarments back up, feeling a little unsure about the situation. but he catches your hand and tells you that he swears he's gonna be your boyfriend after this, that this'll help him know for sure if he's right for you.
and his eyes are sparkling the whole time he moves your hand out of the way and laces it through his bigger fingers, crooning at you and feeding you more and more lies. that it has to be raw to be real, that he's all yours... and you believe it! because why would an angel like him lie to you? why would he leave you after taking your virginity?
he goes in so slow too. all gentle, making deep eye contact with you as your hole stretches out around him. makes sure you cum twice before he does, and he makes it all the more intimate by dumping his load right inside you too.
when you wake up the next morning and he's nowhere to be seen and he's not answering your texts, you finally realize you've been conned. but hey, at least you can say the gojo satoru popped your cherry, right?
if anyone else did the shit you did to ryomen, they would've been beat up a long time ago. and that's letting them off easy.
but he has to adopt patience when he's with you because you're his girlfriend and he can't - and doesn't want to - get angry at you. but you really test him sometimes.
because right now you're standing in the club you begged him for days to go to, pulling away from him when you'd just been dancing together and looking up at him. you're already starting with that little pout, flingers curling around his wrist. fuck's sake, he already knows it's going to be some bullshit. he leans down into your face so he can hear what you're about to say over the loud music, and you wrap your arm around him so you can tell him; "kuna, my feet hurt."
he glares at you unimpressed, looking at your wide, glassy eyes as you wait for a response. you're making that pitiful face like you didn't just ignore him an hour ago when he told you - clearly, and slowly, to bring a second pair of shoes or to just wear low heels.
"...what did i tell you before we left?" his voice is low and flat.
you blink up at him slowly, already pushing your luck by giving him that big, dumb doe eyed look. "to bring... something?" you try weakly.
ryomen's tongue presses hard into his cheek. he exhales through his nose, long and controlled, to actively stop himself from snapping. "a spare pair. of shoes."
your shoulders hunch a bit, but instead of reeling back, you cling to him tighter and press your soft body against his arm, hoping your charm will disarm him. and it usually does, which is the problem. "i forgot," you say, dragging your fingers up his arm. ryomen looks down at where you're touching him, then back at your infuriatingly precious face.
"yes, that seems to be a recurring issue with you." he shakes his head at you and scoops you up into his arms without asking, back to the coat racks up front where he brought a spare pair of shoes for you and a waterbottle in case you fussed about being thirsty too. it'll help since he doesn't like waiting in line at the bar for some tap water when he can get you water from home immediately.
your eyes light up when you see he brought your much more comfy heels for you, and you squeal and press a big kiss to his lips, to which he grunts and returns reluctantly, placing his big hands on your hips and swatting your ass lightly, pulling off your mouth with a wet sound. "you're welcome, brat." he says, bending down and helping you put them on.
"but next time," he says, "you listen to me."
you hum, not fully paying attention again as you watch his big hands wrap around your foot to slide on your shoes for you and do up the straps. he returns to his full height once he's done, lifting a brow to indicate that he wants you to acknowledge what he said. "yeah, i will kuna." you chirp, dragging him back to the dance floor.
he knows damn well you didn't listen to a word he just said.
you're dancing again, having fun and not being a nuisance for once, and he's having fun feeling you up and grinding against you from behind and dancing against you, even if this isn't normally how he likes to spend his friday night.
then.
"i'm thirsty."
sukuna stops, looking down at you as you turn around to face him. you had a chance to drink the water he brought while you were putting on shoes, but you didn't. he's about to ask you if you want him to go get it, but instead, "can you go get me one of those sweet margaritas?" you ask, batting your lashes at him. "please, they're my favorite."
he nods and rolls his eyes, grabbing you by the wrist and dragging you to the bar so he can order your drink for you. he lets you tell the bartender what you want and lets go of you for one second to get out his card to pay, and notices about thirty seconds later that you're gone, halfway across the room and talking to some random group of people.
did you forget he exists? he growls and tells the bartender to hold your drink for a minute while he goes right up to where you're laughing loudly and letting some strange man put his arm around you. he pulls you back to him. "what'd i tell you about sticking with me, hm?"
you blink up at him, startled, then soften immediately when you realize it's him. "i was just talking-"
"i didn't ask what you were doing."
your mouth presses into a small pout as you plan to get defensive again, but it doesn't last long because you're already distracted again. "what happened to my drink?"
ryomen rolls his eyes at your audacity, sick and tired of all the random thoughts going through your brain. he loops his fingers through yours tightly and leads you straight for the bathrooms, taking you into an empty stall, locking it, and picking you up and hoisting you against the wall.
"you don't listen." he hisses as you yelp and wrap your limbs around him, immediately excited by where this is going. but you don't show that you're exactly where you want to be right now or he won't go through with it. "to what?" you stare at him, to which he scowls deeply and unbuckles his belt angrily with one hand and pulling down his underwear. then he pushes your flimsy panties to the side and lines himself up.
he pushes inside you slowly, bottoming out after slowly lowering you onto his thick, hard cock that'd gotten all swollen from you rubbing up against it in that little dress of yours. "stupid girl." he hisses, slowly starting to fuck you on his cock against the wall. he's tired of you being so clueless and lost and confused all the time, and now he's going to fuck some sense into you.
ryomen hikes your legs up a little higher, changing the angle of your thrusts so he can drive as deep as possible into your messy pussy each time. the new position has him hitting that spongey spot deep inside you over and over, causing you to clamp your velvelty walls around him, your arms, legs, and cunt squeezing around him the harder he fucks into you.
"every time i take you out, it's like your brain stops functioning." he hisses in your ear over the dull sound of music resounding through the bathroom. you moan, staring up into your eyes as he looks back into yours while fucking you. "all i do is look after you while you can't even look after yourself. it's like you need me to function, hm?" he says, his voice a perfect mix of condescending and sweet.
you moan, hands tangling in his soft pink hair and pulling lightly when he goes particularly deep inside you after drawing back. he repeats the motion just to get a rise out of you, dragging his hips back until only his thick tip is left inside - notched at your puffy hole - before slamming back in to the hilt and watching your tits bounce in your little dress.
he can feel his release building, his balls drawing up tight, ready to paint your insides white with his thick seed. "you gonna start listening to me, brat? or will i have to keep fucking you till your head's screwed on straight?"
"i'll listen, kuna! i hngh- promise!" you cry out, juices trickling out of your puffy pussy as he keeps ramming into you. you feel yourself clamp down around him again as your pussy flutters around his cock, your orgasm crashing over you.
he grunts and presses his body forward, pushing as deep inside you as possible and cumming inside you, his cock pulsing and his balls pressed flush to the curve of your ass, twitching as they empty inside you, filling you with his load.
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